In the daily battle of life’s inevitable knock downs, I have realised that the number of blows has made my armour more durable, even if dented and battle scarred and my resilience and strength stronger from repeatedly using the appropriate muscles….
But sometimes, we need added warpaint and disguise.
Another night out. The bravest of fronts often mask a powerful vulnerability. A new tender and trusting love, a fresh happiness fiercely protected from the daggers of judgement. It’s growth too important, my weapons of response a retreat in understanding their lack of it.